Just binned the wench after nearly 2 years, and, with no remorse, i'm feeling strangely bad.

It's been coming for a while, and the sudden realisation that i don't have to come home to that (admittedly, not so good looking) face has got me all sad.

Looking it up on t'internet, i'm in stage 3 of the break-up (3 is sadness/realisation. Number 4 is rage, so i apologise if there are any ginger headed students around me when it happens, no I don't, gingers should buy a set of clippers).

Beer ain't helping. Chain smoking makes me feel as breathy as the alcoholic pensioner who lives next door, and I can't be arsed to go out on the pull.

Yeah, without going into details, the only reason I know where she is, is I'm listed as her N.O.K. and the call I got after she left me a letter saying " I love you, my parents, the dog, and goodbye etc.

Bad situation.

Pity i'm such a good shag really.

The killing myself option so many of you have helpfully recommended, nope, sorry, the planet is a better place with me.

All I can give you is confirmation that the feeling will go away, bit by bit. This time next week, everything will suck a little less, and after a month goes by, you will look back on how you feel today and know you are in a better state of mind. Moving forward can be quite exhilarating, especially if you don't waste time looking back over your shoulder.

In the meantime. lots of alcohol, coffin nails and sordid meaningless sex will make the next few days pass as quickly and pleasantly as possible.

Do not kill yourself. The paperwork is interminable, and no matter how hard you try, you will leave a mess.

Just binned the wench after nearly 2 years, and, with no remorse, i'm feeling strangely bad.

It's been coming for a while, and the sudden realisation that i don't have to come home to that (admittedly, not so good looking) face has got me all sad.

Looking it up on t'internet, i'm in stage 3 of the break-up (3 is sadness/realisation. Number 4 is rage, so i apologise if there are any ginger headed students around me when it happens, no I don't, gingers should buy a set of clippers).

Beer ain't helping. Chain smoking makes me feel as breathy as the alcoholic pensioner who lives next door, and I can't be arsed to go out on the pull.

Do not kill yourself. The paperwork is interminable, and no matter how hard you try, you will leave a mess.

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No need to worry about the paper work, I'm civy now, and no snake with tits is worth topping yourself.

skintboymike, cheers, but as a civy, i have bills to pay, and i've just reduced to household income, sounds good, but holidays out of the question, and the offer of spending time on a beach with sluggy on chat makes me want to stay at home with the lights out (kidding sluggs, love you really).